Debate all you want, at the store front.
Smoke like blunt, and get jiggy like funk.
Upfront, the soul, his life then lost.
Misunderstaning when fighting the right cause.
He falls, he hits, the ground is his abode.
Living in the future at the same time as slowmo.
To fold, is their right, they carry the gun.
Forgot what it felt like to actually have fun.
The nuns is upbeat, the soulless ones fall at their feet.
To beat, is to call, the Fallen Angel that falls.
Deny its' right, you seek no harm.
Under her spell, like lucky charms.
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